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A woman shrinks and find herself at the mercy of one of the men in her life
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Chapter #4

He lowers his Foot

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High high above, I could see Mitchell's handsome smirk widening as he held the sole of his sock-covered foot over me. It was a humiliating sight, and terrifying, too. Would he really step on me? I'm his wife! And why did he shrink me? I felt like little more than a bug standing there in awe of his massive form, looking at the dark green expanse of his hovering sole. I wondered if an ant or two hadn't seen him this way, once.

And then, without a word, his gargantuan leg started to shift and his sole was getting bigger. He's lowering his foot over me, I realized! "Mitchell, no!" I screamed, and every instinct in me screamed "run." Unfortunately, what ended up happening was that I immediately fell as I tried to execute a turn, and fell back onto my back with an arm up in a classic damsel-in-distress pose. It's a pose that's never helped a woman before, and it didn't help me here. My husband's leering, drunk eyes stayed locked on me, his grin grew more excited by the second and his massive, handsome face was quickly blottet out by an eclipse of the sole.

I screamed. Maybe he heard it, maybe he didn't. It made no difference. Mitchell's colossal sole was all I could see looking above me. The manly scent of his feet warmed the air, and it was soupy in my nostrils. The dark green fabric appeared damp, now, and I closed my eyes tight with a whimper knowing it'd soon cover me.

And cover me it did. His sole settled onto me with surprising softness. It was almost gentle as my body sank up into his sole. But then the fleshy, damp cover started to get heavier and heavier as his weight settled, and the sole of his foot molded around me. Soon all I could smell was its musk, all I could feel was its warmth and my clothes and hair were quickly soaking through with his sweat. I could taste its salt on my lips. Just with the simple act of lowering his foot, my husband had reduced my very existence to nothing but an unseen speck. I didn't matter, and I would continue not to matter if he so chose.

That's when I started to suddenly panic. My towering husband, now my complete god, could do anything he wanted with me. I was tiny and under his foot. I was a bug that he could crush like nothing, just like he said. Oh God, I realized, he had threatened to squash me! This is it, I realized. He was doing it. Could he really, a voice inside my head asked. A distant, rumbling chuckle was my only response, and the weight on me shifted, subtly increasing. What could I do? Was I really just a bug now? I was so, so small. Could someone as small as me ever hope to please such a massive god of a man?

You have the following choices:

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1. Wait to see what Mitchell does.

2. Do something! Beg him to spare you.

3. Mitchell gives you a command.

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